The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Sima Yang hugged the interrupted giant mast, and I hugged Sima Yang's waist tightly. Following the rhythm of the ups and downs of the sea waves, the two floated up and down, slowly falling towards an unknown direction...

after a long time...

Finally, the sound dissipated, and the layers of waves spread to the distance and subsided slowly.

Exhausted, I let go of my hands, and closed my eyes weakly. When I closed my eyes, I heard myself muttering vaguely, floating in such a transparent and ethereal way on the calm sea:

"Sima Yang, I'm so tired...let me sleep for a while, I'll be fine..."[

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the grass, with a few grass blades stuck in my nose, itching, I sneezed several times in a row, and finally I really woke up.

After quickly observing the surrounding area, he found that he was in a meadow full of colorful flowers and green grass, less than one meter away. Sima Yang was lying on his back, as if he was not breathing, his face was as pale as paper .

I crawled over in a panic, and with the first aid knowledge I learned in class, I beat Sima Yang's chest with a burst of urgency: "Sima Yang! Sima Yang! Wake up! Don't scare me! Huh... Wake up..."

When I thought of Sima Yang's death, my heart felt sour, my eyes were bleeding non-stop, blurring my vision...